: cop story.txt
Author: Count Delasoif
Published: 12/29/03
Code: MMF, oral, rape, nc

	We all make stupid decisions sometimes. The biggest one of my life occurred a couple of years ago, when I had this massive argument with my wife. I went off to cool my anger with a skinful of beer and wound up getting pulled over on the way home. Breathalysed. Arrested. Charged. Banned for six months. 
	And I don’t really deserve any sympathy. I’ve always been a bit of a drinker and this was the kind of jolt I needed to make me realise how stupid I’d been, occasionally having one too many drinks and then getting into a car. So I swore I’d never do it again.
	Fortunately, it wasn’t much of a problem, since I live in the middle of Manhattan and catch the subway to work every morning. Theresa and I don’t need a car, so as it happens I never even bothered getting my New Jersey licence back.
	Then, one Christmas, we got an invite to stay with some friends in the Pocono’s. It was pretty obvious that we were going to need rent a car.
	“Hey,” my wife said one morning, “have you gone to the DMV to get your licence back?”
	“Not yet,” I told her. “I’ll do it tomorrow.”
	The next day, the same thing.
	“Have you got your licence back yet, Honey?”
	“Sorry, I was busy. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
	You know how things are. It was two days before we were meant to leave and I still hadn’t been to the DMV. My wife was furious.
	“That’s just great,” she spat. “Now I’ll have to drive all the way myself.”
	Fortunately two days in the Pocono’s, a twice-daily back-rub and some expensive earrings made up for my absent mindedness and we had a great time. The only problem arrived the day before we were meant to drive back.
	“Storm warning,” my wife said one evening, watching the weather on the television. “There’s a big snowstorm heading in and if stick around, we’ll be snowed in for a week.”
	I flopped down on the bed with her and gave her a kiss.
	“Doesn’t sound so bad.”
	“Easy for you to say.” She thumped my arm. “Come on, Baby. We’d better pile into the rental and head back before the snow hits.”
	Soon we were gunning down the highway back home, snow flecking the windscreen and the headlights peering through the mist.
	My wife kept yawning behind the wheel. 
	“God, I’ve been up so early this weekend. I’m exhausted.”
	“Are you going to be able to make it home?”
	“I don’t know. It’s going to be about 3am before we got back to the apartment. I feel ready to drop at any second.”
	I thought long and hard.
	“Listen, Baby,” I told her, “since we were in the middle of nowhere, late at night, I’ll tackle the highway between here and home.”
	“What about your licence, Baby?”
	“It’ll be fine. You can catch a couple of hours sleep and take over when we hit the major roads. Okay?”
	My wife looked up gratefully.
	“That’d be great, Honey. I’ll pull over.”
	A few minutes later, Theresa was fast asleep and I was gunning down the highway, anxious to get home. My foot was a little enthusiastic on the gas pedal and we were soon zooming along at over ninety. Fastest rental car I’d ever hired!
	That was when it happened.
	Out of the mist, I suddenly saw the flashing red and blue lights of a Highway Patrol car. He must have seen me zoom past and was doing one hell of a job to catch up. 
	“Shit!“
	“What is it?“ I’d woken my wife. She groggily looked out of the window at the Patrol Car following us. “Oh my God, he’s trying to pull you over.”
	“I know, I know. What do I do?”
	“You’ll have to stop.”
	“Shit,” I stamped my hand on the steering wheel. “Shit, shit, shit.”
	We didn’t have much choice. I pulled over and cut the engine, my heart pounding. Behind us, the Patrol Car pulled in and the door opened. In the mirror I could see this huge cop come marching over, pulling off his gloves as he came. I think there was another one still sitting behind the wheel.
	The Officer coming towards us tapped on the window.
	I wound it down nervously.
	“Good evening, Officer. Is everything okay?”
	“Do you know how fast you were going, sir?”                   
	From my experience of a couple of years ago,  I knew better than to mess around.
	“About ninety officer,” I stammered. “But, the road was clear…”
	He cut me off.
	“Licence and registration, please.”
	My heart pounded. We’d just crossed the New Jersey state line, where I was still banned from driving. I passed him the rental car’s registration.
	“Actually, about my licence…”
	This was when I made another one of those stupid decisions I mentioned earlier. 
	“I’ve actually left it at home, Officer.“ Lying was a stupid decision, but I thought there might still be a miniscule chance that I’d get away with this if I just played it cool.
	The cop peered at the rental information. It had both our names on, because I’d paid with my credit card, but we’d booked it with my wife’s licence. After a moment or two, he indicated that we should stay in the car and he marched off back to his buddy, still sitting behind the wheel.
	“Shit,“ I kept repeating. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit…”
	“Keep calm, Honey. They’ll know something’s up unless you keep calm.”
	I peered through the mirror at the two cops, deep in discussion. Eventually, the big policeman stepped out of the car again. I saw, with dread, that he was unlatching his handcuffs from his belt.
	I knew that I was sunk.
	Sure enough, a few moments later the cop came marching back.
	“Step out of the vehicle please, sir.” I did so, my hands shaking. My wife just watched, terrified. “Turn around and put your hands on the roof, please.”
	The cop read me his rights, arresting me for speeding in unsafe conditions and driving without a valid licence. My heart sank. Imagine! Spending Christmas in a police cell! And I was pretty sure that we didn’t have enough money for lawyers fees or anything like that. This was a real nightmare.
	“Hands behind your back, please.”
	He clicked the handcuffs on and started leading me to the Patrol Car. That was when my wife came bursting out of the car.
	“Please, no! Don’t arrest him. It’s Christmas! He was just letting me sleep for a bit. It’s not his fault! Please, Officer…“
	She tried the tears routine first, sobbing frantically and begging him not to arrest me. This didn’t seem to impress the cop at all, who looked down at her with his granite face. 
	“Please remain in the vehicle, ma’am.”
	“Officer,” She tried asking him nicely, “I’m begging you, don’t arrest him. We just wanted to get home before the snow storm hit…“
	Again, there was no dice. The policeman kept marching me towards his car.
	Finally, Theresa grabbed the cops arm.
	“Ma’am?”
	She stood on tip-toes, whispering something into his ear. At this, the cop paused. A flicker of a smile crossed his features. He nodded, leading me over to the cop car and opening the rear door. He shoved me roughly inside.
	As the door slammed, I peered out of the window at the cop, deep in conversation with my wife.
	In front of me, sitting at the wheel, the other cop just stared ahead blankly.
	Eventually, the other cop opened the passenger door and poked his head through. He grinned at his partner.
	“Hey, Bob,“ he growled. “This broad is willing to give us both blowjobs if we let her hubby go. You up for it?“
	“What?“ I sat up sharply, trying to wrench my arms free. “You can’t be serious! Let me out!“
	The other cop swivelled around in his seat.
	“You sit still, Buddy,“ he growled. “Otherwise we’ll do your wife and still take you down to the station. Understood?“
	Jesus. What could I do?
	The door opened again and the first cop shoved my wife roughly inside. The cop in the driver’s seat grinned at her.
	“Hey, Baby,” he growled. “How’re you doing?”
	Without any pretense, he reached forward and roughly pulled open her jacket. My wife’s big breasts, beneath an angora sweater, proudly stood to attention.
	The cop started tugging up her sweater, manhandling my wife‘s tits. In just a couple of seconds, he’d just popped her big tits out of her bra and was squeezing them with his rough hands, like they were watermelons or something.
	“Jesus, look at these lovely tits,” he growled. “You’re a fucking babe, Lady.”
	While he was squeezing and kneading my wife’s tits, the other cop swung open the car door and grabbed my wife’s hips, wrenching her up from the seat and pulling her legs out of the car. She ended up with her stomach on the car seat, her legs sprawled out of the car door and her face hovering above the other policeman’s crotch.
	“Hey!” My wife was panicking. “I said I’d blow you! I didn’t say you could fuck me!”
	The cop didn’t seem to care. He was roughly wrenching down my wife’s pants and thong, tugging them down around her knees and revealing her beautiful, curvy ass.
	“Let me go!” My wife struggled. “This isn’t what I agreed to!”
	The cop in the driver’s seat frowned.
	“Listen, Bitch,” he hissed. “It’s a criminal offence to offer sexual favours to a police officer. Now there are two things that can happen tonight. You can either let us get on with it, or I can drag your husband downtown for driving without a licence and bust you for solicitation at the same time. What’s it going to be?”
	My wife fell silent.
	“Good fucking job, Lady,” the cop growled. “Now I’ve got something better for your mouth to do then talk.” With that, he unzipped his pants and a big, hard cock sprang out.
	My wife’s eyes bulged. It was long and thick, throbbing just inches from her lips. Grabbing a handful of my wife’s hair, the cop jerked her head down and jammed his dick straight into her mouth.
	“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he hissed. “Your wife’s got a fucking lovely mouth, Dude.” He peered at me with a sneer while forcing my wife’s head up and down. I could see her struggling to breath, long strands of drool pooling out of her mouth as he fucked her face.
	The other cop was struggling to pull down his pants, releasing an equally large cock. He gave my wife a sharp slap on the ass and then knelt down in the snow behind her, forcing his dick between her thighs and against her pussy lips.
	“Bitch is dry,” he sneered, spitting into his palm and rubbing it on the head of his dick. “I’ll soon lube her up.”
	With that, he lurched forward and I saw the full length of his dick sink into my wife’s pussy, right up to the balls. I could hear her muffled scream.
	Basically, my wife was being raped on both ends. The cop behind the driver’s seat was sinking his cock into her throat on every stroke, while the policeman behind her was jabbing his dick into her cunt and giving her ass a slap every time he pulled out.
	“Fuck, she’s tight,” the cop growled, pounding againt my wife’s ass so hard her butt jiggled with each thrust. “I’m gonna fucking cum, Dude…”
	He grunted, his butt cheeks tensing and his dick stabbing so deeply into my wife’s cunt that she screamed again.
	“Oh, fuck, yeah” he groaned, “Oh, shit, that’s good. I’m filling you up, bitch. I hope you’re on the fucking pill…”
	A moment later, he pulled out, gasping. I saw my wife’s puffy red pussy leak a big dribble of creamy white sperm as he pulled his dick out.
	“Fuck, that’s good,” the cop groaned, pulling up his pants. “Forget that blowjob shit, Dude. Come round here and have a piece of this pussy. It’s like warm apple pie…”
	The other cop pulled my wife’s head from his crotch, pulling his dick out of her mouth. Long strands of saliva and pre-cum stretched from her lips to his dick like strands of melted cheese. Then he let her flop back into the seat as he clambered out of the car, coming around to the passenger door.
	“God, no…” My wife was crying, her face against the leather seats. “No more, please…” But the cop didn’t listen. He knelt down beside her and aimed his cock for my wife’s gooey, sticky pussy.
	He sank in without any difficulty and started pounding away.
	“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned. “That’s tight…”
	My wife was screaming.
	“No, please!” She shook her head. “Don’t, please! Stop!”
	“You offered to blow us, Bitch,” the first cop warned her. “I think a little fuck isn’t too different…”
	The other cop kept on pounding.
	“Shit,” he growled. “I’m gonna cum too… Fuck, yeah… Are you on the pill, bitch?”
	My wife shook her head. “No!” She screamed.
	“Too late, you little whore… Uh, God, I’m cumming!”
	With that, he drove his dick up to the balls in my wife and started spurting his cum into her pussy, yanking her hair as he came.
	“Fuck! Yeah! Yeah, oh God! Take it, whore!”
	After several moments of this, he reluctantly pulled out, pulling up his pants.
	My wife lay on her stomach, gasping for breath. The two cops peered down at her naked ass, with her swollen pussy dribbling cum.
	“Get that fucking asshole out here,” one cop said to the other. “We’d better get him to tidy up so we don’t have to worry about this bitch filing charges against us.”
	With that, he opened the car door and grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking me out into the snow.
	I lay on the ground, my hands still handcuffed behind my back.
	“Get up, you little shit,” one cop ordered, yanking me up by my hair. “You’re gonna clean your wife’s pussy up for us, okay?”
	“How…?” I peered at my wife’s abused cunt, red and swollen and dribbling two large loads of cum.
	“With your tongue. Now get to work.”
	He shoved my face into my wife’s sticky pussy.
	“Use that tongue, you fucking faggot…” Soon I was slurping away, sucking long, stringy globs of cum from my wife’s pussy.
	“Swallow it, okay?”
	Gagging, I gulped down the cop’s warm sperm, sucking more pools of it out of my wife’s pussy with every slurp. Eventually, the flow ended and they let me flop down onto the ground, my face sticky with cum.
	Laughing, the two cops wrenched my wife out of the car and threw her to the ground. As we both lay there, dazed, they unlocked my handcuffs. A moment later, they’d got into their car and were driving away.
	Eventually, I managed to clamber to my feet and help my wife pull up her pants. She staggered, bow-legged, back to the car and I clambered behind the wheel. I knew we weren’t going to get arrested again.
	Certainly regretting my last stupid decision, I started the car and drove away.

    

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